oh girl

you look like a diffused shade of an enigma

in the whispered seduction of the universe,

while hum slyly on the thighs of innocence,

oh, girl, i love you all the time, dementedly

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i look like a diplomatic description of a smile

in a poetic outfit, attired with sincere feelings

beyond everywhere, beyond the nearest limit,

advancing similarities without being involved

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so, a diffused shade of an enigma tends to feel

just as a diplomatic description of a smile, while

both together, sequence after sequence, adhere

to what one's declared, and the other smiled for